my therapist: *trying to explain that not everyone secretly hates me and wanting to discuss why i would feel that way*
me: *not paying attention because im too busy thinking she must hate me and think im annoying and whiny*
me: telling the door to door vivint security salesman that i watch true crime so i know how to avoid crimes happening to me
also me: “yeah my boyfriend isn’t home, but you can come in!”
ever since i started watering my pothos from the top AND letting it sit on a plate of water overnight oh boy has she been thriving!! look at those healthy and firm green leaves!!! thriving!!!
remembering when i got my wisdom teeth removed in highschool and my dad told me i was faking the pain and now he just got his out and got dry sockets. i don’t feel bad.